makin' a mess

skid row

t-bone billy just a singin' the blues

caught his lady with another man

lit up a smoke and did some talkin'

with the back of his hand

she started shakin'

started losing her mind

but he was kicking back and playing it cool

signed her walkin' papers

took the 5:15 to kalamazoo

sing for your supper

nobody rides for free

eat your heart out

i'll send it c.o.d. one

two baby what you do

three

four let me show you the door

you're better off dead than makin' a mess of me

five

six take your last licks

seven

eight let me give it to you straight

you're better off dead than makin a mess of me

now billy-boy's out havin' a ball playin' fiddle at the local bar

dark shades

cool kicks

he's hollywood blvd. slick daddy and his fat cigar sayin': sign upon the dotted line!"